A/N: I don't own KHR or any of its characters. AU-ish.
HATSU'S POV
"Hatsu-chan, get back here!"
I grin to myself, easily slipping past all the men in black guarding the house.
I was on another 'play-date' with the boss's son Dario Vecchio - a weak, sniveling little shit who literally didn't know his left hand from his right. He'd tried to rub his grubby, peanut-butter coated hands in my silky brown hair. Oh, hell no. So I pushed him into the pool. It was like tipping a cow, just went right over with a 'plop!'.
This, of course, sent the whole house into a flurry of panic. I mean, he is the only successor of the Vecchio family, a mid-tier mafia family that has been around for at least eight generations. Honestly, I couldn't give a shit.
I climb further up the side of the building and hear my sort-of parents from below, groveling beside the guards. I say sort-of, since they're more like my guardians. My sort-of mother, Kazumi Vecchio, is actually my father's step-sister. I hear they only met once in his life.
Kazumi bows into a 90 degrees bend - "W-w-we're so sorry, she's usually so well-behaved." Hardly.
And my sort-of father, Guido Vecchio, beside her - "She'll of course apologize". Ha. Ha. Good one.
Guido shakily pats the sweat from his forehead with an expensive silk handkerchief. "I'm sure it was just an accident." If by accident, you mean completely on purpose, then yes.
I pull myself up over onto the rooftop and watch the havoc below me. I guess these play-dates aren't so terrible when I can relax in the clouds as chaos reigns below. Ah, such peace.
My smile stretches further across my face when Dario runs crying into Edoardo's arms. The Big Boss. The BB. Or as I fondly think of him, The Bothersome Bastard.
My peace is broken when suddenly, Edoardo looks straight at me in the rooftops. I quickly duck out of view, but I know it's too late.
"Tsk." Yup, he really is a bother. Much sharper than his subordinates.
I sit in between my two parents. Both nervously looking at the floor. Across from them is Edoardo, sitting tall and proud. He's at least a foot taller than both Kazumi and Guido, with taut musculature to boot. His nose is too large for his face, but his chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes give him a very distinguished look.
"Hatsu, why did you push Dario in the pool?" His authoritative voice booms out and my parents lower their eyes even further.
"He was trying to pull my hair. I told him not to, but he didn't listen."
Dario's high pitched voice cuts me off - "She's a liar! A liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar!" Oh my God, I might have to kill him, he's literally that annoying. We're both eight-years-old, but I swear this kid hit a mental and emotional road-block at four-years-old.
"I'm not lying. I warned him - twice - which is really generous of me." Lol. Honestly. I usually stick to one.
Dario bursts into tears again, snot runs down his face. "S-she's always pushing me a-a-and stealing my toys."
Bitch say what?
Lucky for him, his father cuts him off with a stern hand on the shoulder.
"He says you're lying and you say you aren't. What do you think I should do?" Edoardo is testing me, of course. He always is. I'm not true Vecchio blood, so I guess he wants to see if I'm still worthy of carrying the Vecchio name.
Again, I don't give a fuck, but the man certainly is interesting. He's mostly brawn than brain, but still much smarter than his father before him. If he wants to play this game, then I'll win.
"Whether I'm lying or telling the truth, it doesn't matter."
Guido's shoulders stiffen - "Hatsu-chan, please -"
Edoardo raises his hand, stopping him - "It's fine. Continue."
"In the end, you'll believe who you want to believe. I can't force you to believe me and even if I could, I wouldn't. It's a choice you make."
I glare straight at Dario. He cowers behind his father. "You can cry about what happens or you can do something about it. If I push, then push back. If I fight, then fight back. If you don't, you'll always be weak."
The room is silent.
Dario's plump cheeks flush a deep, angry red. His mouth opens to say something, but Edoardo's booming laughter takes over the room."HAHAHAHA!"
Wow, what a loon.
"Eh?" Kazumi and Guido's heads lift - they share an anxious look with one another.
Edoardo slaps his thigh, still chuckling. "You're not a good marriage match for my son - "
My eyes widen.
Marriage?
EH?
"- but you'll be a good match for a marriage alliance, spread our ties. With that fierceness, I'm sure of it."
I glare at my parents, sending them my coldest look. If you dare...
"H-ha-ha. Yes, we agree completely." Kazumi says, hope gleaming across her face. I guess Edoardo is more intimidating than an 8-year-old girl.
"Perfect, I have a few in mind already."
Look at him, truly living up to his name. Bothersome Bastard.
A/N: Hibari comes in next chapter!
